So if you want I will do it for you.” “That’s a good slut. Now you know not to talk back to me.” “Yes mistress.” I smile at him saying ...“Lift that ass up slut.” “Yes mistress.” Replies my slut lifting up his ass in the air for his mistress. Spreading his ass cheeks for me to see his hole. I walk up behind him and rub my finger across his hole. He starts to moan. “That feels so good.” His hole puckering at my touch. I put a little lube on the dido and start putting the head in his tight. He honored his promise not to fuck me, although he tried several times to push his cock into me, and I was starting to desire that he fuck me. My sex life with Ed was still pretty much the same, and although I still felt very guilty about my oral affair with Jeff, I just couldn’t seem to stop, and I wanted even more. Then, I started to get a glimmer of hope at taking it to the next level.Ed had gotten a little sensitive to my weekly trips with Jeff and wanted me to spend more time at home. He. " I don't believe in ghosts either," Luke Jr. said. "This is a nice place and doesn't bother me any what people say." Boy," Amos said to Luke, "this ain't something we can let slide. While I'm all with Jose and Luke Jr. on not believing in ghosts, but I know people, and if we are going to put down roots and live here we have to do something to lay to rest this wild talk. Folk hand their stories down from generation to generation, and more times than not those stories get wilder as time. This felt big. Hisfriends had gone somewhere he wasn't willing to follow. He wasn't sureif he'd ever really get them back. He also felt a familiar pressure inhis forehead. Isabella was looking at him."You're not going?" The boy swallowed the lump that had reformed in histhroat."No," He shook his head, "it's...er...not for me." He was surprised bythe beautiful drug dealers reaction. A smirk that had been wicked andalluring only a second ago shifted. Her stare softened and her lipsparted a.